Tales from the Sea Garden

Tales from The Sea Garden

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Saturday, 9 February 2019

Some new arrangements in the shop, with glass and porcelain in pretty pastel shades taking centre stage.

I love these old shillings and pence price tags, and the cards with the named items upon them are from some sort of Victorian card game - a real curiosity.

Sincere apologies to anyone who came to the shop on Thursday or Saturday this last week and found it closed; I'm afraid I had a nasty infection and could not open. Keeping my mind occupied by making things with my hands was the best way to cope with the level of pain. I consider myself very blessed to be creative; it is so much more than a means to make a living. It is the very essence of my being and helps me cope with all manner of life's little trials.

A few weeks ago I booked a little holiday for my birthday; four nights in a Landmark Trust property in Penzance, and I am so relieved that I am well enough now to take this welcome break which starts Monday. I shall post about it when I return. It does mean that the shop will be closed this Thursday 14th February, but Patsy and I will be there on Friday and Saturday. 

Friday, 7 December 2018

Christmas Preparations

 I could quite happily sit and make Christmas wreaths all day long! On Tuesday I went to the woods at Respryn and found the most amazing branches of oak and larch all smothered in gorgeous lichen. Everything soaking wet though,  so my kitchen is now full of twigs drying out. The berries are artificial, but everything else is in the wreath is natural and will last for years.
 (In case you are wondering - I only collect branches/twigs/cones which have fallen on the ground so no trees are damaged)
 For this wreath I cut out oak leaves from gold paper and old documents, and combined them with beads and real acorn cups which have been filled with little felted wool 'acorns'.
 I took some beautiful 'Paperwhite' narcissi down to the shop today and their scent soon filled the air. It's so nice to have something living in amongst the shop display. The bulbs in the glass container are simply placed on top of pebbles which provide an anchor for the roots without the need for soil. The lovely bouquet beside was brought to me by Amanda, so twice the delight!

I hope your Christmas preparations are going well my friends xxx

Saturday, 10 November 2018

 For all those who have died (and continue to die) in war and conflict around the world.

Wednesday, 24 October 2018

Trewyn Studio, St Ives, Home of Barbara Hepworth

Sculptress Dame Barbara Hepworth (1903 -1975) was one of the few women artists of the 20th Century to achieve international prominence. Last week I visited her Trewyn studio in St Ives, now maintained by the Tate.
Downstairs, in what was originally part of her home, cabinets of photographs and other ephemera, and a selection of her wood chisels alongside some half-completed works.

Hepworth's leanings towards the abstract and avant-garde were firmly established by the early 1930's after visits to the Parisian studios of Arp, Brancusi, Mondrian, Braque and Picasso. She and her second husband, painter Ben Nicholson, evacuated from London to St. Ives during the war and never left. In 1949 she found and purchased Trewyn Studio, and after divorcing Nicholson two years later it became her permanent home as well as place of work.

 Upstairs, more examples of her sculptures are on display in an airy whitewashed room, with a fireplace at one end, and a doorway out into a garden at the other. I had the place all to myself........

Tragically Barbara Hepworth died here in a horrific house fire on 20th May 1975.

 At one end of the garden, two whitewashed studios, and a yard full of rough cut and prepared marble blocks. One feels as though Barbara Hepworth has just popped down to the harbour for a breath of sea air and will return any moment to continue her labours, for everything has been left in its place as it was at the time of her death.

 In a conservatory, potted cacti and succulents....
A place to sit and think, or to entertain friends on a balmy summer's evening.

 From the road below Trewyn all you see are high stone walls, no hint of the giant, imposing bronze and stone sculptures nestled amongst the lush greenery of her beloved garden.

 This was a place of serenity sheltered from the westerly gales where Barbara could work in total privacy, yet only be a short stroll from the harbour and the sea, her friends, and all of life in St. Ives. This was truly where she felt at home.
Every sculpture has at least one hole through which you catch glimpses of the rest of the garden; three-dimensional picture frames, which as you walk around, open up new vistas to the eye. This is sculpture that you can interact with as well as admire.

Down the back staircase, a few potted plants and a couple of rounded pebbles. Simple. Beautiful.
Such an intimate and personal museum. I highly recommend.